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Self-esteem
Gabriela, you are not the wind, You are the joined atoms of casualty, The dust of ancient stars, The first breathe of life. You are a magnificent creature, You are the moments you stole from the people you’ve loved You are the stories of humanity Joined into one. You are the impossible love of an…
The years growing into who she was meant to be
Her self-esteem had been dwindling since she had entered puberty and all of her friends had become like beautiful models ready for a runway. She was always mesmerized by them and had to keep telling them how beautiful they were whenever they didn’t feel confident enough. They, however, never told her the same and all…
Hopeless
I feel infinitely young Young and lost, Colorlessly living, Surreptitiously dying. Writing verses in an office That gets on my intestines, Like a mediocre meal Where the cook didn’t wash their hands It’s rotting me from the insides. Days become insurmountable, This modern subjugation, The subtle violation, The green in your hands. -.-.-.-.-.-. Today…
Blackhole
Black hole Invisible, Both in space And in our spirits. So hard to comprehend How you work in any way! Yet, some lucky few understood And looked upwards to find you. Light spiraling, Giving up into the abyss of the unknown, You were an idea that came through. And even if you are too shy,…
The miserable diner (translation)
For those of you who do not know, César Vallejo is one of the best Latin-American poets. He is Peruviand and dead by now, but his poetry continues to thrive. He is one of my favorite poets too, so here I bring you a translation of one of my favorite poems of Vallejo. Enjoy! Also,…
You (a poem)
You I still want to make love to you, to rip off your clothes, to dive my hands into your chest, to be yours for those minutes. And then, never see you again because it still hurts. And, it’s all I have left of you, the idea that we never shared the secrets of the…
Thoughts: You decide not to know
You decide not to know. Once, way before you decided not to watch the news, you heard of a boy who had been abused by a teacher. The teacher had the support of some very important figures and he did not go to jail. Once, you saw as a mob of Ecuadoreans chased and threw…
A not so quiet bower: musings and stories 
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